Because I Want To; Because

I Could Not Ask Forgiveness For Something I Had Not Done. As Scapegoat, I Could Only Bear The Fault.

People Who Mattered Could Not Take The Humdrum World. But This Was Not The World, It Was Enchantment; And All Of It Was Mine.

From The Very First, I Knew That It Would Be So...i Smiled To Myself, And Said, "that -- And None Other.

Will You Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me That You Love Me Now?

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.